- Pronoun
- she/her
Drinks at the Zera were a familiar routine by now. Dave ordered one of Gerome's more moderate options and drummed his paw on the counter while he prepared it, looking around the saloon.
That was when his eyes fell on a gray-and-brown Luxio, sitting by herself with a half-full glass, ears twitching restlessly. Something stung oddly in his chest, some strange echo of Jean looking like that, curled up on the sofa, tails lashing. Christ. It wasn't like they even looked alike, in any rational way. It was just...
Gerome plopped his drink down on the counter. He gave a nod of thanks, picked up the glass and padded over to her.
"You, uh, you okay?" he asked, letting his glass hover over the space next to the empty chair opposite her but not quite putting it down yet, in case she just told him to fuck off.
That was when his eyes fell on a gray-and-brown Luxio, sitting by herself with a half-full glass, ears twitching restlessly. Something stung oddly in his chest, some strange echo of Jean looking like that, curled up on the sofa, tails lashing. Christ. It wasn't like they even looked alike, in any rational way. It was just...
Gerome plopped his drink down on the counter. He gave a nod of thanks, picked up the glass and padded over to her.
"You, uh, you okay?" he asked, letting his glass hover over the space next to the empty chair opposite her but not quite putting it down yet, in case she just told him to fuck off.